Marcell’s POV.

“Marcell.” Ren quietly addressed me

Ren and I pushed passed armed guards. Some from my house and some from other households present in the estate.

“Don Russo.”

Ren used my title to grab my attention. But I was a man on a mission with one single goal in mind. I needed information on where Stew was being held.

“Dammit Marcell. Stop.” Ren’s calm voice begged for me to still, frantic enough to pull my feet to a pause. ...